But it is ice muscle and jade bone, fresh and dusty,
looming, smoky,
Sometimes I bend the flowers and plants gently,
It seems like a slim lady' s skirt is swaying,
The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,
A slight cool breeze moves slowly,
Pieces of green in different shades,
It is imagined as a woman who came out of an ancient ink painting,
at a glance,
With a touch of sadness, neither charming nor glamorous,
zigzag lotus pond,
There are wisps of fragrance flowing,
full of connected dense green leaves,
A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,
The wind caressed all kinds of flowers and plants by the stream,
The stream is microwaved and crystal clear,
There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,
The mountains are rolling up and down,
ree shadows and the abrupt rocks...
Beneath the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,
Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'
As if singing the symphony of spring,
Somet
The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,
Naughty blowing little bubbles,
The dim moonlight shone through the tree cracks,
The leaves are close to each other side by side,
like a paradise on earth,
The spring breeze blows slowly,
Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,
Like patches of green misty ocean,
like a mirage,
The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,
The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,